Readers: where the fuck have you been for four days, author.
Author(eyes down): I was absent working on some important stuff.
I apologise for the late publish, I'll upload more chapters today. Enjoy •_• °_°
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Ren is at the diner, sitting on a chair in a corner, his eyes following the quiet hustle around him. He is physically there but his mind is elsewhere. The faint clatter of dishes, the murmur of conversations, all of it is ringing in the background.
His fingers are tapping on the table absent-mindedly, his thoughts circling around the idea that had sparked during his last delivery—creating a new persona. Not just a disguise, but an entirely new character, one that he could use to move freely, to act without restraint, without anyone tying his actions back to him.
He inhales slowly, leaning his head back on the chair as the idea begins to take shape. What kind of character would this be? What he would look like? How he will interact with others?
He closes his eyes, letting the concept flow freely through his mind.
Dark. Mysterious. Someone who blends into the shadows but commands attention when he wants it.
Yeah, and it has to be a villain. And not just some ordinary villain—no, something more than that, something more dangerous and humble at the same time. This persona would be alluring, the type that lures people in before they realize they should have been running the other way. A predator, but one who enjoys the game more than the hunt itself.
Yes, someone who preys... Not on wealth but beauties. Hah, beauties, The thought creeps through his mind with a wicked grin. He envisions this character saving women from trouble, only to claim his own "reward" afterward. A man who toys with his targets, leaving them unsure whether to feel grateful or terrified.
Ren's fingers stop tapping as a grin curls at the corner of his lips. His character will be the kind of person who makes others second-guess their own safety around him—one who thrives on blurring the line between hero and villain. I'll save them... but not out of kindness. I'll make them owe me, and then, I'll collect.
He savors the thought, imagining the power this persona would give him. No one would suspect Ren behind the mask. This character could be anyone, from anywhere, someone who moves through the shadows and disappears in the shadows.
Haah, everything is great, everything, But what about the way he would speak?
A villain without a catchphrase is just some typical.
How would he talk to his prey? Ren leans forward now, his elbows resting on the table as his mind sharpens, focusing on the character's voice. He needs to sound evil... no, playful is better... like this is all just a game to him.
He smirks, whispering under his breath, "Ohh, don't be afraid, miss... I'm not a villain. I just want payment for my good deeds." A low chuckle escapes him. It's perfect—twisted enough to make someone feel uneasy but not outright threatening. The playful tone adds to the confusion, making them unsure whether to thank him... Or fear him.
And when I'm not playing the hero... when I'm the predator lurking in the darkness... Ren's smile widens as he thinks. "Oh, hey there Beauty. What are you doing here? Don't you know not to go out at night... you might run into the big, bad wolf." The thought of whispering that into a woman's ear just before he closes in on her sends a shiver of excitement through him. It's exactly the kind of twisted game he wants to play.
Satisfied with his persona's voice, Ren now shifts his attention to the appearance. He closes his eyes again, letting the image form. The mask... that's key. It needs to cover his entire face, making sure no one can recognize him. But it can't be plain— No, there needs to be something that draws attention, something that sets the tone before he even speaks.
Black... smooth, blank, except for the mouth. Yes, a black mask with a simple but exaggerated smile painted across. A smile that doesn't reach the eyes, that feels forced, fake. A smile that says I'm having fun, but you should be afraid. It would be unsettling, a sharp contrast between the cheerful tone of his voice and the ominous expression hidden behind the mask.
Ren imagines wearing the mask, before a woman, looking in their eyes. Ahh, perfect.
Then, the rest of his outfit forms next in his mind. Dark, sleek clothes that fit him well, allowing for quick movements but also blending into the shadows when needed. Over that, a long, dark coat—something that flows with each step, giving him an air of mystery. Ren imagines the coat flaring out as he moves, making his presence larger and more imposing. It will be a statement piece, part of the allure, part of the fear.
And the boots... he thinks, picturing black, polished boots with heavy soles. They'll make a distinct sound when he walks—loud when he wants to be heard, silent when he doesn't. He'll control when his victims know he's there, and when they don't.
The power of his persona will be in the unpredictability. No one would and must understand what I'm thinking, what I want. And that's how that persona will be: dark, nerve-racking. One who will be free from the shackles, one who can use his power for pure pleasure, have all the women he wants, whenever he wants... however he wants.
Everything is perfect, just perfect.
Ren is just too excited about creating this persona. And that time is not too far. He has all those ideas in his head that the new character would do, all those desires that have been hoarding over the years. Those are going to come true... soon.
Ren opens his eyes slowly, his thoughts lingering on this new creation in his head. The character feels real now, almost tangible. I'll be whoever I need to be under that mask... someone free. The idea of stepping into this new role excites him.
There will be no limits, no consequences for... INCUBI.
He grins at the name as it forms naturally in his mind. Incubi... the demon of desire, of lust. It's perfect—dark, seductive, dangerous. Exactly what he needs.
Ren rolls the name over in his mind again, whispering it quietly. "Incubi." He can already feel how powerful it will be, how untouchable he'll become with this mask on.
With his character's identity solidified Ren allows himself a moment to relish the control he'll have. Incubi will be the one who takes what he wants, when he wants, from whoever he wants. Ren can already see how the mask will make him untouchable, free to indulge in his darkest desires without any risk.
His mind lingers on Nathan for a brief moment, a flash of satisfaction washing over him as he imagines Incubi teaching him a lesson. But he doesn't let the thought settle. No... that's for another time. For now, Ren allows himself to enjoy the process of creation, the excitement of this new persona coming to life.
His eyes roll around, and his gaze falls across the desk, on Eva, free as ever, moving her hands between the desk with her usual stern expression. He smiles to himself, his mind briefly drifting to her.
You don't know it yet, Eva... he thinks darkly, but I'll be free soon. And when I am, you'll see me in a whole new light.
His grin deepens, his thoughts swirling with the possibilities. The power, the freedom, the control—Incubi would give him everything he's been craving. And no one would ever suspect that the quiet, insignificant delivery boy was behind the mask.
Ren stands up slowly, his mind buzzing with anticipation. His creation is complete. Incubi is ready to emerge from the shadows.